Fill my Wife’s Holes

Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same things: music, sports, movies, sex. We made love often, and it was usually super. Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling that she was not being completely satisfied by our lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those orgasms were not as intense (at least I wasn’t sure). As a result of this concern, I began to wonder whether I might be falling some what “short” in fulfilling her sexual needs.

As time passed, I began to develop a fantasy as to how to test my theory that Jeri would be more satisfied by a bigger cock. At first I thought about getting one of those giant dildoes I’d seen in the porno store, but decided that that would have been so obvious as to negate the value of the test results. The only true test would be for Jeri to think that I was fucking her, but with a bigger cock. However, at least so far, there were no hospitals providing dick enlargement operations, so that meant that if I was ever going to find out, I would have to find someone else (with a really big dick) to fuck Jeri while she thought it was me!

Where does one begin to recruit someone for this sort of a plan? I couldn’t go to a night club and “pick up” someone. It had to be someone I could trust, someone safe, and someone “hung”. There were plenty of guys at work that would love to get their dick in Jeri, but there’s the old saying about “don’t shit in you own backyard” that made co-workers out of the question. So what to do? vbcrlfvbcrlfIt was about this time that an old friend from my high school days called to say he was back in town and would like to get together and renew our friendship. I didn’t put the two situations together at first, but when Mel and I began reminiscing about out days together on the Tennis team, I remembered why I had envied him. As I recalled, Mel’s prick was as big soft as mine had been hard, although we never made a direct comparison. I thought that he was very probably (at least physically) what I needed to fulfill my fantasy “test.”

As Mel and I talked, I learned that he was recently separated from his wife, and that they were going to get a divorce. He stated his displeasure at reentering the dating scene, saying that all the really great women had already found someone and gotten married or were at least living with someone. He also confided that he had once had a desire to pursue Jeri, but that I had “beaten him out”. This was almost too unlikely to believe, but what the hell, I decided to give it a try and see how far I could make this go. Could I really let another man fuck my wife?

Over the next several weeks, we had Mel over for dinner and we went out to the movies together a few times. Jeri fixed him up with some of her girlfriends from work, but nothing clicked. All the while, I was making casual hints about Jeri and me to Mel, trying to see if he showed any interest, He seemed genuinely concerned about us, and I felt more comfortable all the time about revealing my fantasy to him.

One night, after dinner, as we were having a drink, and Jeri was on the phone with a friend, I decided to open the door on my soul a little wider. I asked Mel to confirm that he still found Jeri attractive, which he did. I then began to explain my concerns about our physical relationship. He understood, and joked that “all you pencil-peters have that fear.” “Thanks a lot”, I answered. “You’re a big help.” “Well, what the fuck can I do about it?”, he asked. “Look Mel, you and I have gotten pretty close, and I think I can tell you something in confidence without fear of your having a bad reaction.”

I proceeded to carefully outline my fantasy to see if Jeri would have a stronger orgasm if she were making love to me and I had a bigger dick. “So how you gonna do that?”, Mel asked. “Well”, I said, “You asked what you could do….” Then I went full ahead and detailed what I thought could work to fool Jeri into thinking that she was screwing me when in fact she’d be screwing Mel. Mel was not too eager at first, but after some long-winded rationalizing, I began to turn him toward agreeing to give it a try. I asked him just how big he was, to which he replied “big enough!”. Finally I got him to admit to 10 and a half inches. “Sure!”, I said. “Want proof?” he asked. “I’m from Missouri. Show me!”. I got a ruler, he got it hard, I checked, he’d lied… it was actually just over 11″. “Whoa”, I said. “Ever size, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. But I’d committed to this course, and I was determined to get the answer to my question.

Obviously, it would be necessary for Mel to be present without Jeri knowing it, so the first order of business was to select a location where I could be fucking Jeri while Mel was close by. We decided on the rec room, because of the storage room nearby where Mel could hide until I got things going. There were these big floor pillows that Jeri and I had fucked on before, so that wouldn’t arouse her suspicion. Next, we had to figure out how to get Mel into the storage room without Jeri knowing that he was even in the house. We figured that we cold “sneak” Mel into the house while Jeri was at the store. Then we had to come up with a way for Mel to relieve himself in case he had to take a piss while he waited in the store room. An empty coffee can with its plastic lid would work OK. Since there would be no easy way to signal Mel when to come out of the store room, we agreed that he would just have to peek around the doorway to the rec room and use his own best judgment as to when to come in. The lights would have to be off so that Jeri would not be able to see Mel and I trade off.

Finally, the big night came, and as Jeri left in her car to go to the store, I called Mel He parked around the corner so that Jeri wouldn’t see his car when she returned. “Are you sure about this?” he asked as he came in. “Yes! I’ve got to find out, or I’ll wonder for the rest of my life.” “OK”, he replied, “as long as you’re sure.” We checked out the storage room, and the path through the rec room, so that he wouldn’t trip on or walk into something as he approached in the dark. Fortunately, there was a moon out that night, which would help light the rec room a little through the skylight. vbcrlfvbcrlfWe went over the plan while we waited. I would give Jeri enough to drink to ger her a little tipsy and then start making love to her on the pillows. I would get between her legs and caress her thighs and hips with both hands, one on each side. I would continue this caressing as I put my cock into her. At this time Mel should show up and get into position behind me and a little to my left. As I would bring my left hand down her right leg, I would lift it away, and Mel would begin to caress her as I had done. Then I would pull by cock out of Jeri’s pussy and run it along her thigh, back and forth, while fondling her clit with my right hand. As I reached as far down her leg as I could, Mel and I would trade places, and he would move his cock down her leg and into her pussy. His hand would take the place of my right hand as we finished the switch-over. It sounded like it would work OK. In any case, we would know pretty soon.

When Jeri returned, I helped her put away the groceries, and asked her if she’d care for a drink. “Sure.”, she said, so I fixed her a Gin Tonic, her usual. I fixed a Scotch and water for myself, very mild so I could stay alert and coordinated. We went to the rec room, talked about work and about going on a vacation to Lake Tahoe next summer, and danced to some ’50s music on the radio. When I refilled our drinks I made Jeri’s a little stronger than usual, but kept mine weak. Jeri was enjoying the mood, and her body was warmer and her kisses more demanding all the time. After still another drink, we danced to an old Elvis ballad (“Love Me Tender”) and she began rubbing the front of my jeans with her hand. I kissed her deeply, and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. “I love you, Jeri” I said as kissed he neck, then her breasts. Her tits were so very firm, and small but not “little”, just perfect!. Her nipples pointed upward slightly, and were hard and hot as I sucked on them.

Gradually we undressed one another and held each other close, kissing. As we sank slowly to the floor, I turned out the last light, and slid one of those big pillows under Jeri. I began caressing her arms, her breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her everything. Jeri was only moderately active, probably from the booze, which was exactly what I’d hoped for. As I kissed my way down the front of her, she moaned softly. As my tongue parted the lips of her pussy, she only moved a little. It was then that I pressed against the insides of her knees until she had spread her legs wide apart. I hoped there would be enough room for the switch from me to Mel. I continued to kiss her pussy and caress her legs until I felt Mel move in behind me. I almost panicked at this point, for fear that Jeri would realize that I was up to something and that she’d get pissed off. But she was still enjoying my attention and didn’t sense anything other than my tongue, and my hands. Slowly, I raised my head up from between her thighs and moved myself into position. I gently eased the tip of my dick into her and then pulled back, rubbing the tip around the outside. All the while I was rubbing up and down her right leg with my left hand and fondling her pussy with my right.

When Mel put his hand on my left forearm, I almost jumped. I wasn’t expecting it, but managed to maintain my concentration. I raised my left hand off off Jeri’s leg, and Mel took over the caressing on that side. I pushed my cock back into Jeri, a little further this time. I moved myself as far to the right as I thought I could without arousing suspicion, then pulled out again. As I moved the tip of my dick along Jeri’s right thigh, she moaned “Please put it in again”. I raised up as far as I could on my knees, and Mel began to move in front of me. In the dim moonlight, shining through the skylight, I could see his big cock sliding down her thigh. “What the fuck am I doing?” I thought. But before I could think about it I had to move out of the way. That required pressing very tightly against Mel’s back. As my dick passed over the crack of his ass, I had a thought. “No, this is not the time for that kind of new experience” I thought. I moved all the way out then, and positioned myself so that I could watch the penetration. Mel was soooooo big! I felt very strange as I watched the tip of his dick enter that beautiful “honey hole” that, up to now, had been my private playground. In it went, past the tip, past the circumcision scar, down, deeper, deeper, all the while Jeri’s moans getting louder, deeper, different than I’d ever heard before. “Oooooooh, that’s sooooo good!”, she said in a low, very soft voice. “Don’t ever stop!” Mel picked up the pace, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Jeri’s moans were almost gasps. “Ooooh, Oooooh, Yessssss, Yesssssss, YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS”. It was finally over.

It was then that I heard those words that I’ll never, ever, forget. “Oh, Mel, you’re as good as ever! You always were the very best!”

To make a long story short, Mel and Jeri lived happily ever after, I jack off a lot.

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That was a very well written story. You had me glued until the very end. Very erotic to think of you trying to find a way to please your wife differently..til the end :)~ The best part! I love surprise ending and sure as hell hope it ain’t a true story sweetie!!